I try not to cry,
and ask myself why you lie.
I drink not to think about you.
I blink and wink not to face the reality.
I rethink and bethink on what went wrong.
I was on loves brink.

With my torn heart I mourn
Like a little and brittle child I cared for you,
Despite the scorn, I'd sworn to love you
And held you tightly in...